Seven days with Sienna

Sienna Miller's travel journal: Day 1

Sienna Miller

Becoming a mother is like falling in love and
having a car crash at the same time. A shattered Sienna Miller goes
on her first post-baby break.

DAY 1
We have decided to flee New York City. It's time, after the birth
of our daughter, to retreat, to rest, to regroup. Time to remind
ourselves how good a holiday - a real holiday, far away from
screeching and skyscrapers - might make us feel. Parrot
Cay in the Turks and Caicos is the right place: less than
a four-hour flight from NYC and with a spa that even New Yorkers
rave about.

We arrive and are introduced to Jeewan, our butler. He
is from Bhutan. He is silent, like a shadow. And he is here to look
after us. My shoulders immediately start to drop, especially when
he steers us towards our beach villa, all white-on-white design,
with a private pool big enough to swim lengths in, a talcum-soft
sandy terrace and views out to the sea. This is a
castaway-with-500-thread-count-sheets fantasy. Rustic, understated,
smart but pretty - a true beach house. We feel totally removed from
everything.

And what a start: perfect pad thai for lunch,
followed by a swim and a snooze. And then reading (when did I last
manage that?) at dusk, with swallows circling and the sun dipping
down. At bedtime all we hear is the gentle lap of the ocean.